a forecast of apprehension

A storm is brewing.

I think we, as a people, can feel it.

It’s as if our collective consciousness is feeling the void of morality in our nation.

Because now all there is is wanton greed and lust for power.

We are bleeding for our dying country.We thirst for the pride that we now so desperately cling to.

A storm is brewing and you see the signs everywhere.

Morality now is the call and we no longer put our trust so easily on our leaders.Everywhere you can see a renewed sense of nationality.

Because of the absence of a leader who can heave us from our demise the people have turned to one of the few things left that define and unite us

– our flag.

Shirts bearing the signs of our flag, images of our country and symbols of our forefathers who died zealously for this piece of earth that has nurtured our race, can be seen everywhere.

This symbol defines everyone of us as brothers.

This symbol unites us against a common foe.

Our flag has been a call to arms of countless battles for our freedom.And now, at a time when our grief has turned to apathy, our flag is making itself manifest again.

The storm is sure to come and we know not what lies ahead.

We fear the change that is to come.For change may not be always good.There are many who will take the advantage of our sorrow.We must be vigilant.

One thing is certain.

Change is coming.And we must all brace ourselves.

Our flag is being raised once again– a silent call to arms.

We, the people, are unintentionally mustering our forces.